They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

years.

Usually it worked.

Deputy Holloway turned one page in his folder and held up a still image.

It showed Madison with her phone to her ear. Timestamp in the corner. My front walk under party lights.

“We also have video,” he said. “Including the 911 call statements.”

Silence.

Not movie silence.

Real silence. Gravel shifting under somebody’s shoe. A boat continue reading …